This is a song about "A skin product"

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

My talent should take me places i've never been

Like a conjoined twin wearing animal skin.

I don't really give a fuck

Superman the product

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

I ruptured her skin with a slick nine inch blade that's made to slay a bitch like this.

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

This place makes me want to put a razor to my skin,